Distraction

I have 2 hours. Three tops.

Read a book. Create a novel. Start a web-comic. Write some music. Program a game. Build a bookcase.

Play a video game.

It always wins. Though the desire to create something is always there, itching the back of my brain like a 2-day old sunburn, I just can't bring myself to do anything creative these days. As a parent, I know I only have a few hours (if I'm lucky) to do something that doesn't involve answering, preparing, feeding, picking up, cleaning, resolving, wiping, asking (and asking again), commanding, negotiating, finally giving in.

But, flip on Firefox and the RSS feed updates with the latest screens and news. I sit with mouth slightly slackened and stare at the digital goodness (some badness) that appears before me. I had just gotten jaded enough with games (that issue of Play is 2 weeks old now, after all) that my other desires had started to creep back in. I turn around and there's some new DS game that reminds me of Chrono Trigger or Zelda and once again, I'm hooked. It's like the industry plans this, or something.